Seeing her speechless expression, Elias laughed. He could still remember capturing those lips, and she'd tremble like a shaken deer. He carefully brushed the long fringes hair away from her eyes. It felt like he was peering into a luscious forest.
When she reacted as she always did, it was fun to tease her. She behaved like a proper lady, despite the socialites that ran amok, lacking all of the etiquettes from centuries ago.
Adeline was a rose trapped in the future, with a heart of the past. Much like him, though none the petals and grace, but all the thorns and prickliness.
"I won't do anything unless you ask for it," Elias softly murmured. His thumb traced her soft bottom lips. His eyes twinkled with mirth when he found lipstick remnants on his fingertip. It was a light coral color that painted her in natural light.
"Then you will never do anything to me," she quietly responded.
